Tiger Island, Sea Cape—the residence of the Lin Family's ancestor. The Lin Family ancestor sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, coldly watching Tianfu kneeling on the ground before him with a fawning grin plastered across his face. Whether it was Tianfu's absurdly comical name or that servile, groveling smile seeping from the very marrow of his bones, the sight was profoundly bizarre.
With lowered brows and obedient eyes, Tianfu knelt on the ground, beaming pleasantly at the patch of floor before him without even daring to raise his head. The masked men behind him all knelt properly as well. Even Tianfu himself had submitted to the Lin Family ancestor—how could these lackeys of Tianfu's possibly have the courage to resist?
"Tell me. Who are you people?" The Lin Family ancestor narrowed his eyes at Tianfu for a long while before slowly speaking. "How did you come to know Lin Aofeng and the others? Why did you collude with them? What exactly are you trying to do?"
Tianfu respectfully prostrated himself on the ground and, wearing a sycophantic smile, laid out everything he knew in full detail—Tianfu had once been the king of a primal spirit tribe during a certain cosmic calamity era. In that universe, the spirit race wielded an exceedingly terrifying power of nightmares. Their bodies existed somewhere between physical matter and spiritual forms, allowing them to kill enemies within the dreamlike worlds of other living beings.
With this peculiar innate primal gift, Tianfu's people had become the supreme race of that universe, forcibly conquering countless civilizations and peoples.
But one day, while Tianfu and his people were attacking a powerful tribe, the collision of mighty forces tore open the void, releasing an embryonic membrane that had existed in the void since that universe's birth—an embryonic membrane concealed within